Use the songs, to bring them back to life.
Use your mind, to make them cry when you die
Nothing is gonna change at all, if you don't care.
Say those little words you thought before...
Say your sacrifice is your best friend close.
Use the mimes behind your song; use the gun behind the drum,
We are losers cause all we have is our dreams.
Where's the point when you try,
Be a hero, when you're shy?
And those people have no heart,
And no imagination
We are the slacker generation.
Uhh laziness and procrastination.
A huge waste of meat and bones,
That could be used by you, and by me.
Make them cry when you die, and make them cry when you pass by
Make them want, to be like you.
Even if you are not you.
It's our time...
It's on your mind.
Make it worth, and please don't cry.
Cause all we need, is control them... As they controlled us.
We won't do anything to them, but they...
Deserve
It's our time...
It's on your mind.
Make it worth, and please don't cry.
Cause all we need, is control them... As they controlled us.
Where's the point when you try,
Be a hero, when you're shy?
And those people have no heart,
And no imagination
We love all the animals,
We hate racism and...
We all just agree with heresy.
We say life it's just what we did.
Losers are lost, so destructive.
Checking the news on tv.
We all don't believe in luck.
But we all have the faith in her god.